Luyện nghe bài hát Intro - Hand It Down

Sorry
But all the in the world can't bring me back again
Lay down, lay
Gonna stretch my mic out in Ponce funeral on Marcy
All those new niggaz stop
But a lot later than a whole gang of thought
The last of the real hustlers, well maybe not the
Bleek's gonna be a good rapper, new, improved

I quit, I'm
Ain't enough money in this game, to me around
Sorry big, I tried
Can't go with me on this ride
I'm the shots, the bar's closin'
Where we goin' to for
Roc a Fella
Okay, I'm

Bringin' the drama, to come up in the game

Had a couple of signs to my name
Roc a Fella
One of the
Waitin' for my day to
Just me the word

Nah, this Jigga, it's your lil' nigga Bleek
to these motherfuckers live from the street
Game I peeped those, my mind so
At nine I used to geese hoes for clothes

Peep the steez, I for all those with twenty eight grams
On a come up, tryin' to creep the
Large niggaz told me park the car, keep the
Find a hoodrat and to Mickey D's

gun two bullets, niggaz know I do pull it
Niggaz to kill me dog, who wouldn't?
Screw Gooden, I in the PJ's
Lit off the EJ, I Dutchies with my ring finger

You a bitch that don't be cream, bring her
Last seen with Bing, he got between us
Shit is constant, that's why I pack the Johnson and
For the who wants it?

I go to with a picture of a Porsche on my wall
Man I'm tryin' to up on y'all
Get one up on y'all, why I hustle in these streets
From to sunup on y'all

said, "Keep bullshittin', they'll kill you dead"
One week of this hustlin' a livin' room set
to Tom D's, niggaz mad, veins out
Copped the Jordans, two weeks they came out

Flashy, fly little
bitch from the third floor like, "Why little nigga?"
Bitch please, twist the trees, took a pull, like bitch to breathe
That's my answer, life's like and I'm serious

Waitin' for my day to
give me the word